The thoughts and ideas in my head are forming and bursting on top of each other like a fireworks finale; it’s a little noisy up in harrrr. Rather than sitting down to type out a well thought out post, one that boasts a linear progression from a topic sentence all the way down to a heart-stopping conclusion, I decided to suck out a portion of my brain, a biopsy if you will, and shoot it out onto the page here in one giant boom.
Since Callum has been completely trained to do his business on the toilet, I have been held hostage in the bathroom. He insists that I sit beside him on his little stool while he goes. I have to hold my phone and play the videos I took of him and the train. He will do a little turd, jump off, point, exclaim, and celebrate, and then he has to go back on, and we do it all over again, over and over and over. I’m thinking of installing a shelf in the bathroom and perching a box of red wine on top of it.
I know that bloggers are supposed to have a lot of pictures. They say that pictures are what draw people into our posts. It’s true, for sure. I get it. But like, if bloggers are bloggers because they want to be writers, then shouldn’t we be good enough at writing that we don’t need actual pictures to portray what we’re describing? I used to never ever use emojis but then everyone else did, and they told me that I sound really grouchy in my texts. So, obviously I need to use happy face emojis because I’m a shitty writer.
Here’s a random photo so that you stay interested in what I’m writing:
Callum is at the age where he’s starting to eat our tasty treats. As in, we can’t sneak them down our hatches without him catching us mid-crunch. I feel like a bad parent allowing him put things like Doritos and cherry Coke Zero into his tiny little body, so I started buying organic taco-seasoned tortilla chips made out of beans and flax. Once in a while I go through the organic phase and when I do, my two older boys refer to these types of snacks as “diarrhea snacks.” They’ll be all, “Oh, I’ve been craving diarrhea chips lately–can you pick some up with some salsa?”
Lastly, I was supposed to do my tempo run last night but I pushed it forward to tonight instead. It’s pretty rare that I don’t take the chance to run. Totally out of character for me. But, I’m looking forward to running out the bees in my bonnet tonight once I get Callum to bed. I’ll have a cup of strong black coffee at around 6pm, and then start my run at around 7. At the moment I’ve got my hand in a bowl of diarrhea chips, so I think I’ll stick to the treadmill tonight.
Your turn! Tell me something random.